"Huuuu."
"Well, I can't dwell on it anymore. One thing's for sure—one day, I'll have it back," Ryuk said, stepping away from the mirror.
He moved to the wardrobe, grabbing a short-sleeved black shirt and matching trousers.
Then, he picked up one of the scarfs meant to be worn around the neck, wrapped it around himself, and let the rest drape over his shoulders.
One glance back at the mirror showed a clear difference.
Now, at least, he looked like a person.
His hand reached for his bag, pulling out a comb. He brushed his messy hair into long, flowing strands of ocean blue behind him.
Some parts of the left side covered his eyes, which he disliked, so he picked up a tiny thread and tied his hair, keeping it in place.
"Now I look a bit better. But without my strength… it's nothing."
"So, I need to get back my power," he said aloud.
He moved out of the bedroom, turned off the lights, and stepped into the living room, heading for the exit.
